I held out no hand;
You did not take it.
To the song I didn't sing
You offered no harmony.
On the path that wasn't there
I set no foot. How, then,
Have I found myself here?
You did not take it.
To the song I didn't sing
You offered no harmony.
On the path that wasn't there
I set no foot. How, then,
Have I found myself here?
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